Abacus9:Not sure if sarcasm, but a lot of victims don't speak out because they're too scared. It doesn't excuse what the teacher did.

Why are you wasting time here, then? You need to be at a police station giving depositions and reporting these people! (I assume since you know about the victims who didn't speak out, you also know about the attackers they didn't speak out against.)

I have tried, but every time I do, my thoughts are hijacked by the lurid, smutty description of their time together. The scene plays out in my traitorous mind like a 2 AM Cinemax show.

Jennifer was seated on the bed. Amanda was standing over her, hands on her hips."No," Jennifer whispered. "I came here while your husband was gone to dance.""Fine," Amanda replied. I'll teach you a new dance, and you'll do it until I tell you to stop." Her voice was harsh with authority, but there was a tremor of anticipation lurking below. She bent down and kissed Jennifer's neck, softly, and felt with her tongue the quickening of the girl's pulse."Lay back," she commanded. Jennifer laid down on the bed. Amanda straddled her and began moving her hips back and forth."Why are you doing that?" Jennifer asked. "Neither of us can feel barely anything.""Oh, right," Amanda agreed. "In that case, take your clothes off. I'm going to give you cunnilingus.""I don't understand," Jennifer said. "How are you going to do that?"Amanda smiled. "With my mouth."

Ugh, so disgusting. I thought it would stop after the first 20 or 25 times, but here I am, reading it for the 52nd time in five hours, and it's just as clear as the first time. I'm thinking of filing a complaint against this instructor myself. Why is she, with her former actions, making me think these things when I'm powerless to stop it?

Precision Boobery:Jennifer was seated on the bed. Amanda was standing over her, hands on her hips."No," Jennifer whispered. "I came here while your husband was gone to dance.""Fine," Amanda replied. I'll teach you a new dance, and you'll do it until I tell you to stop." Her voice was harsh with authority, but there was a tremor of anticipation lurking below. She bent down and kissed Jennifer's neck, softly, and felt with her tongue the quickening of the girl's pulse."Lay back," she commanded. Jennifer laid down on the bed. Amanda straddled her and began moving her hips back and forth."Why are you doing that?" Jennifer asked. "Neither of us can feel barely anything.""Oh, right," Amanda agreed. "In that case, take your clothes off. I'm going to give you cunnilingus.""I don't understand," Jennifer said. "How are you going to do that?"Amanda smiled. "With my mouth."

TuteTibiImperes:deanayer: WAIT, they are both dancers and the word "scissor" doesn't appear once in that story? How lazy are they? Did someone inherit a AA Battery mine or something?

/there goes that pants thing again.

You'd think D-cells would be preferable both from a longevity standpoint as well as adding a pleasant heft to the device, or have vibrating erect penises gone the 'lighter, smaller, thinner' route for no particular reason like so many other electronic devices today?

GREAT now I'm picturing something like a friggin MAGLIGHT. Disclaimer: I dont know shiat about what size batteries go in a dancing lesbian's vibrator!/If you told me I would write that sentence one day I would have callled BS on you.

Wouldn't be a proper teacher sex story without the wet, sloppy details. That poor, helpless, defenseless child. Dance instructors hold so much power over children's futures. How could she have refused the rapes, which happened more times than she could count, except by going to the police once the excitement dwindled and she was ready to move on?

Public shaming and outrageous bail amounts aren't nearly enough. Lock this morally bankrupt predator in with the most violent offenders and throw away the key. And make her pay for the innocent child's therapy, which will probably last a lifetime.